Verse 1D..On a street of old bones
Bm..Dust masquerades as sAkin
Time turns itself to sGtone
Nothing left to lose and nothing left to Dwin
Desires to break and deconsBmtruct
I defend the Gmiddle Aground
Every battle I've ever Gfought
Has either been lost or CboughtChorusAnd Din the rhythm of your voice
I Afind space to rejoice
My Bmcomplicated illusions
GLeave me with no choice..C..
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Verse 2D..Even the answers that I
Bmdream
Are riddled with doubt and
Aholes
Illusions are compli
Gcated
Redacted and re
Ctold
ChorusAnd
Din the rhythm of your voice
I
Afind space to rejoice
My
Bmcomplicated illusions
GLeave me with no choice..
C..
And
Din the margins of the page
Truth
Ahides but leaves a trace
My
Bmcomplicated illusions
Are
Gnow no more than faith.
C..
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A.....
Bm......
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C..
ChorusAnd
Din the rhythm of your voice
I
Afind space to rejoice
My
Bmcomplicated illusions
GLeave me with no choice..
C..
And
Din the margins of the page
Truth
Ahides but leaves a trace
My
Bmcomplicated illusions
Are
Gnow no more than faith.
C.....
D..